The door swung open and I caught my breath. The table before me was laden with dishes, the silver gleaming, the crystal sparkling. The rich scent of fresh baked bread and something savory—gravy?—reminded my stomach of how long it had been empty.
A ripple in the candle light and I pulled my hand away from the braised turkey leg I’d almost snatched. Instead, I caught hold of the ornate chair, the carvings digging into my palms.
“I see you’ve found our feast.” The voice played up my spine, his gaze pulling mine from the floor. “I was about to send out a search party.”
I swallowed saliva. “I found you.” It all depended on how you looked at it. I was inclined to think he’d found me; hunted me through the corridors of this too-big house.
“I assume you’re famished?”
My stomach betrayed me, loudly. But I would not eat. Not when I’d been lured here. Stalked for some sport I had not been instructed in.
He laughed. “You can’t run forever.”
“I’d rather die trying.” As the door swung shut behind me, his laughter ratcheting into glee, I turned to find myself in the dark once more.-------
Certainly was fun to write, even if it's not great!